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Friday, December 21, 2012

My Christmas Poem

This morning I awoke to find our mountain blanketed with snow. The first snow right here I think, but we will have more. It reminded me of the Christmas poem I revisit each year. I wrote this poem years ago, but sadly the ending never changes. Children still live in fear - still live with war.Snow at Christmasby Glenda C. Beall
Silent December snow covers
grey mountain forests, clings
to thin bare branches of oaks,
poplar and ash.

It mounds on brown wide leaves
still hanging on to stubborn trees
that, until now, denied winter’s presence.
Holly bushes crowned with snow

5 comments:

Thanks for sharing this poem. If any subject sucks me into a poem, it's snow. That white stuff alters our landscape and mundane reality so much that it becomes a fertile playground for the imagination.

As a northerner I find this almost too evocative. We lived in the country, decorated our mailbox as you did, loved the snow (when we had nowhere to be), and did our best not to be disheartened by those less fortunate in places where no one even knew of blessings like our own. You caught the spirit of all that perfectly and simply. Thank you.

Thank you, Joan, for stopping by and leaving your comment. North or south, we have so many similarities, and so much to be thankful for here in this country. Hope your new year holds nothing but joy and peace and good health.